Page 135 of Wildest Forever

“What?” I blink at him, letting my hand drop, the strawberry still pinched between my finger and thumb.

“Nothing,” he rushes out and he blushes.

“There is clearly something...”

He swallows and I watch as his jaw tightens for a moment, his eyes darting beside him and my stomach knots.His amber eyes lock on mine and I feel the air shift between us, my heart throbbing in my chest.

“You want to know the truth?” he asks, and I nod, hesitation biting my skin.

He sighs, placing the glass on a flat part of the truck bed and I wait for him to tell me.

“You. That moan. The way your full fucking lips locked around that strawberry,” his voice is constricted, it's raspy and delicious and full of gravel.“I know I said I wanted us to takeit slow, I know I wanted to date, but the way that sound floated over my skin, every inch of me tingling with a want for you wife,” he pauses for a moment and shuffles towards me. “I want to feel every piece of your skin under my fingertips, mapping it out, following a trail that only I can see, that only I can feel, that only I get to tease...” he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his sights falling to my lips and I hadn't even realised but the strawberry has fallen from my fingertips.

“Pacey,” I whisper as his lips hover over mine.

“I want to see the stars, but I want to see the way I make them sparkle in your eyes.”

Swallowing, my eyes bounce between his.

He takes my glass from my fingers and reaches behind him, placing it down before he is back on me.

Lips hovering over mine before he knocks my legs open.

He is knelt between them, finger and thumb gripping my chin.

“But only if you're ready,” his eyes hollow into mine, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. My eyes volley, one of my hands slipping up to his chest as I press softly.

“I am,” I swallow down the thickness and I know I probably don't sound very convincing but I really do want this.

A slow sexy smirk pulls at his lips and I let my eyes finally fall from his as I focus on his mouth.

“Then let's look at the stars and then I'll take you home,” he leans into me and kisses me softly, his fingers still gripping my chin and I can feel the way his heart jolts beneath my fingertips.

“Okay,” I whisper and his mouth widens as he smiles, teeth baring.

He pulls back and I instantly miss him.

Miss the way his body fit between my legs, miss the way his lips singed mine, miss the way the swarm of butterflies break free in my stomach.

I miss it all.

He leans behind him and passes me my glass and I give a soft nod as I thank him.

Twisting, I rest against the back of the truck and he joins me, shuffling back. His hand drops to my leg and he gives it a squeeze.

Silence consumes us and I have never felt so at peace than I do now.

All grief and anxiety slips away for just a moment.

“Are you happy?” his question catches me off guard. I lick my lips then turn to look at him and find that his eyes are already on me, watching my every expression.

“I am,” I admit, and it's not a lie. Maybe not if you asked me a couple of weeks ago, but right here, right now, I have never felt happier.

“I know this is not what either of us had planned... but,” he gives me a lop sided smile and my heart jumps in my chest.

“I know,” I nod, a smile slips across my lips as I focus on him.

“But I am glad I am doing this with you,” he sucks in a breath before his eyes turn forward and he is watching the blanket of stars above us.

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